Bad Day

I had a really fucking bad day. I can't stop crying even though I think my eyeballs will likely explode soon. This woman at work has been making snarky comments for some time. I have NOT been making snarky comments back because I do not engage in childish, backhanded anger. If I have something to say, I say it. I don't have any need to couch it as teasing or telling you about your behaviour as if you were one of our students. But, it all came to a head today. I've been through the story so many times I don't event think I can do it again.
Although, what the fuck? My therapist made the comment, *Look what you're doing to yourself.* What? I'm in pain and I'm crying! So, fucking, what!? Actually, if you're me, that's sorta new. It sucks that I can't stop but.... My eyes just palin hurt, man. But, at least I've got feelings. And names for most of them. I had done to me what I don't allow in my classroom. This is the kind of backhanded shit my mother used to pull when we were kids. Which could be why I am so effected by it. But, it doesn't matter why. it just is. And she won't talk so nothing can be worked out. How childish.